The room which had been filled with low murmurs of voices goes completely silent. “My estate will be shared between, Tatyana, Radimir, Panya, and Raisa,” I explain. “Raisa is only twenty-five, I am under no illusions that she will be laid to rest before me. She will be given the country estate plus one-fourth of my cash. Include one car in that, one of my sedans, something safe.”
“Sergei,” Karik warns. “You have not known her long,” he explains.
Lifting my chest, I lean forward slightly showing my complete dominance over him. “I did not ask for your opinion. I instructed you to do a job, and you will do it, or you will not have one any longer.”
He opens his mouth once, then wisely snaps his lips shut. He nods and scribbles something down on his pad of paper.
“Now, the jeweler, he is okay?” I ask, turning my gaze to one of my Brigadiers who stayed behind at the shop today.
He nods. “Yes, boss. He was at home, running a few minutes behind for your meeting. Thankfully. He also had your requested pieces,” he says lifting a briefcase up to the table. He scoots it toward me and I grab ahold of the handle, tugging the case in front of me.
I think about waiting to open it, but I can’t. I need to see the pieces and I need to see them now. I unlatch the locks. Slowly, I lift the lid and stare at the shining jewels in front of me. They are completely stunning.
The necklace is intricate detailing of row after row of delicate small diamonds in a scalloped pattern. It will take up most of her throat and chest. There is a small ring hidden in the pattern at the base of the front and back of the neck.
Reaching for the wrist cuff, I hold the piece in my hand and my breath is stolen. It is white gold to match the necklace, except instead of scalloping, the delicate diamonds are in a lattice pattern. They are both about four inches wide with a ring on the inside of each cuff.
The ankle cuffs are smaller, they match the lattice detailing but instead of four inches, they are two inches wide and have a small ring on the inside of each ankle.
I don’t pull out the diamond ring that is nestled in the bottom of the case. I know by the craftsmanship of these other pieces that they are what I requested. Though I have zero intention of asking Raisa to marry me, ever, she will be dripping in my diamonds, always. She will also, always be well cared for, even after my death.
Clearing my throat, I close and lock the case. “Now, let us finish taking care of Ilya. I want him financially crippled, quickly. How long until the audit, Antosh?” I ask.
His eyes lift from the ground, a slow smile appearing on his lips. “Tomorrow they will begin. Without warning the government will show at his office and empty it out completely, freezing his assets and leaving him with his hands tied,” he announces.
Standing, I turn toward my Brigadiers. “I want eyes on him at all times. I want updates on his movements hourly,” I demand.
I tilt my chin down to Vladimir. “I want him dead, but not until I give the order. Keep a pulse on his whereabouts as well. I will double your fee for this job,” I state.
“Yes, sir,” he says dipping his chin.
“Any questions?” I ask, my eyes glancing from one man to the next.
They all shake their heads and I turn to leave the room. They all have different missions to take care of and prepare for. I have one of my own, to give Raisa her new collars and cuffs. She may still be healing, but my slave has been naked of my collar for far too long.
“They are perfect for her,” Nikolai states from my side as we walk through the dark hallways of the closed club.
I smirk, lifting my chin. “I know.”
“Smug bastard,” he chuckles.
I can’t help but laugh at his accurate words. I am smug. I am haughty, and I am arrogant as fuck. I’m not ashamed to admit it in the slightest either. “We’re going to see Katrina,” I announce.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, assuredly wishing to protest, but he doesn’t. Walking toward Katrina’s small apartment space, I place my fingers around the doorknob and twist the handle. I have the briefcase in my hand, so I don’t bother knocking as I open the door.
The scene in front of me is very intimate and a testament to my words earlier. Katrina feels more than just affection for Lusha. She is in love with her.
Their foreheads are pressed together, and their eyes are closed as they hold one another in a lover’s embrace. Clearing my throat, I watch as they jump apart and my lips twitch into a smile. Katrina’s eyes narrow into slits as she closes the distance between us.
“Commit to her, Katrina,” I state. She shakes her head. “Then be a fucking stubborn suka,” I shrug.
Katrina rolls her eyes at my attempt to rile her by calling her a bitch. “If we could be that, we would be. The fact is, we can’t. I’m okay with that, Sergei. Lusha is okay with that. We like what we have,” she says, lifting a brow.
“Then I’ll stop,” I lie.
She shakes her head. “You won’t. But know that while she is submitting and fucking other men I’m watching from my office, and enjoying every second,” she winks.
“You kinky bitch,” I chuckle.
Lusha makes her way toward us, wrapping her arm around Katrina’s waist and rests her head on her shoulder. “Then I come back here, and Rina shows me just how much she enjoyed the show,” she announces.
“Boss,” Niko groans behind me. “A man can only take so much,” he grumbles.
“Okay, okay, I give. You girls have fun then,” I chuckle, taking a step back.
“Sergei,” Katrina calls. I stop, lifting my gaze back up to her. “You’ll take care of Ilya?”
I know why she’s asking in that way. She wants to make sure that I’ll take care of him without incident, unlike the way I took care of his grandson. I lift my chin. “I will, Katrina. I already have men on him, and he will not make a move without my knowledge of where he goes, or why.”
“Good. I’m ready for this to be done,” she says.
I nod. “Same here.”
Turning around, I leave the club with Nikolai at my side. “Let’s go home for the afternoon. I’m sure we’ll be busy the next week or so.”
“Do you think Ilya will live that long?”
I shrug as we walk out into the afternoon sunlight. “I want to say that patience will prevail, and he’ll suffer for a long time. But I find myself fucking impatient. Like Katrina, I just want him gone and this shit done. He obviously holds a grudge for the way we eradicated this world of his grandson. He thinks he’s going to get me thrown in jail. He’s just a nuisance.”
Nikolai grunts, obviously agreeing with my statement. We slip into his car and I hold the jewels flat in my lap as we make our way toward my apartment. I will be glad when I can take Raisa back to the country estate. It’s better there, we’re better there.
RAISA
For the first two hours that I waited for Sergei to come home, I was able to stay on my knees and just breathe. Now that it’s been four hours since his call, I’m unable to be still. I’m pacing the balcony. My Byki is posted against the wall and watches each step I take. I haven’t attempted to talk to him, honestly, I don’t think he would talk back.
“Here is something to eat, please, rest yourself,” Panya pleads as she sets a tray down on the small table.
I let out a huff and walk over to the table, sitting down quietly. Glancing over at the tray I’m not surprised to see a variety of cheese, fruit, and crackers on display. Reaching for a cube of cheese, I pop it into my mouth as I look out at the city’s buildings in front of us.
There is a noise behind us, and I hear Panya gasp. The Byki moves, but I don’t. I know he’s here. Finally. I wish I could scream and yell at him, I wish I could demand to know what on earth he’s been doing and why he thought it necessary to scare the shit out of me. I do neither. I hear rustling and assume Panya and the Byk have left.
I hear the door close and then Sergei clears his throat from behind me. “You’re upset,” he stat
es. I’m glad he realizes it.
Slipping from the chair, I fall gently to my knees and slowly I crawl over to him. I keep my head down until I see his shoes. Stopping, I sit back on my heel and slowly drag my gaze up to his face. What greets me makes my heart pound against my chest.
Sergei is covered in smears of black. His face, suit, and hands are covered. He looks disheveled and tired. He looks like he’s been through hell. Instead of asking him what’s happened, I reach for his belt and begin to unbuckle it.
My arm is feeling stronger with each day, and I can use both hands to release his belt from the buckle. Then, I slowly drag his zipper down before unhooking the waist of his pants. Slipping my fingers beneath his underwear, I slowly drag them, and his pants down his thighs, to his ankles, freeing his cock.
Bringing my arms behind my back, I look up at him and open my mouth. He reaches for my face, his hand cupping my cheek. “I am undeserving, Raisa,” he rasps as he lowers his cock down my throat.
I feel his balls resting against my chin and I swallow around his hard length. His fingers shift into the hair at the back of my head, and he grips me. Slowly his eyes close as do my own and he fucks my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax and I swallow every single drop, relishing in the taste and feel of him as his cum slides down my throat.
“Undress, Raisa.”
I do as I’ve been demanded to do. My eyes stay glued to my lover’s as I undress completely. Baring myself for him, I look up and wait for further instruction.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
RAISA
Sergei stares down at me. I hold my breath waiting to hear what he has to say, I know whatever it is, it’s weight is heavy on him. He slowly removes his clothing and I’m surprised that he’s undressing completely. I know that the Byki and Panya are both inside. I assume that there are men surrounding the apartment building too. Sergei being naked is a vulnerability, and I know him well enough to know that he does not ever wish to be vulnerable.
Once he’s completely naked, I watch and wait for instruction. Though we’ve only had a couple sessions since I’ve been back, I’ve been craving more. Needing it—wanting it. Sergei picks up a case that is on the ground next to his feet. I watch with confusion as he sets it on the table. He flips the locks open, then raises the top.
“I had plans to give this to you in some romantic way, but this is just more our style,” he chuckles.
My eyes follow his movements and I let out a whimper at the sight in front of me. It glitters in the sunlight. He lowers the piece and wraps it around my neck. It’s a collar. A beautiful diamond collar. I have never seen anything like it in my life. As soon as the cool necklace is wrapped around me, I place my hand at my chest feeling it against my palm.
Sergei places his lips at my ear from behind me, and he whispers. “You are mine, Raisa. Bathed in my diamonds. Dripping in my ownership over you.”
Tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to cry. “I am, Sergei. I am yours,” I whisper.
“The rest I will have to give you after you’re healed, but I couldn’t wait another second to place this around your neck.”
He walks around me and stands in front of me again, his cock hard and proud as it juts toward me. I drag my gaze up his body to his eyes, my hand still touching the diamonds wrapped around my neck. “They’re breathtaking. Thank you, Sergei. I don’t know how to thank you enough,” I ramble.
His lips twitch into a smile, his eyes searching my face. “You thank me every day, Raisa. Just by being you,” he rasps. “Now, I want to fuck you on that chaise lounge. Crawl for me, krasotka.”
A shiver shimmies up my spine and I nod. Shifting to all fours, I do as he requests. I crawl for him. I move slowly, assuring that I’m giving him the show he desires with each movement I make toward the chaise. When I arrive, I don’t stand. Instead, I crawl onto it, keeping my back to him and I spread my thighs.
Lowering my chest down, my arms wrap around the side of the furniture and my feet dangle off of the other side. Tipping my ass, I give him a complete view of my center. I hear his intake of breath and I wait.
Sergei’s hands grab ahold of each globe of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. He groans, and I feel his face against my back entrance, his breath teasing me. I pinch my eyes closed, wishing I could beg him to touch me, there or anywhere. He lowers his face, nuzzling my pussy and I let out a soft moan. His tongue flicks my clit, but he doesn’t go any further.
“I think…” he begins, his breath fanning over my already wet and aching center. “I think I need a show, Raisa.”
“Whatever you want, Sergei.”
He chuckles, standing and taking a step back. I hear him moving around, but I stay in my spot. “Turn around, on your knees, I want to see all of you,” he orders.
I turn around to face him, he’s leaning against the banister, his cock in his hand. I watch as he squeezes the head then gently strokes himself. I want him inside of me, I’m on the verge of begging, but I know it would do me no good at all.
Spreading my legs, I sit back slightly, his eyes travel down my body until they reach my center and they freeze. “Play with your pussy, Raisa. If you come, I’ll spank your ass but get yourself to the edge. Work that cunt for me.”
I shiver from his words and an idea pops into my head. His threat, I want it. He’s never really spanked me, not with intent to punish. I need more from him, he’s been so gentle with me and I’m tired of it, for now.
I want pain.
I want him to lose control.
I want to be punished.
SERGEI
Defiance sparks in her eyes as she looks over at me. I bite the corner of my bottom lip, my hand tightening its grip around my cock. I know she’s going to come, I can tell, and I can’t fucking wait. I want her to. I want to punish her. I want to spank that ass bright fucking red.
A low growl escapes my throat as I watch her fingers slip between her thighs. My diamonds shimmer in the setting sunlight as Raisa’s head falls back. I watch her fuck herself, lost to the feeling of her body climbing high.
Raisa’s hips jerk and I watch as her hand moves faster, her fingers glistening from her wet cunt. “Don’t you dare,” I warn. Inside I want her to, I’m praying for her to come.
My hopes are answered when her blue eyes meet mine. Her lids are lowered, and she looks like a beautifully disheveled fucking mess. Her body starts to shake, and her eyes widen at the same time a smirk appears on her lips.
Releasing my grip on my cock, I march toward her. I don’t give her a second to breathe, to question, or wonder what is going to happen. Grabbing ahold of her, I sit down and yank her over my lap. The underside of her tits rest against my thigh, her stomach across my lap, and her ass on the other side of my thigh.
Lifting my arm, I open my palm and slam down against her ass. She hisses but doesn’t make a sound otherwise. I repeat the motion, in succession without hesitation, or pausing. Twenty blows on each cheek, and upper thigh area. Never hitting the same spot twice.
Raisa’s body is shaking and I’m sweating by the end of the punishment. I release my grip on her and she scrambles around until she’s straddling my lap. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I tip my head back and look into her eyes. Shifting one of my hands, I slip it between her legs, sliding my fingers into her pussy and finding her drenched.
Tears are streaming down her face as she moans, shifting her hips to ride my hand. Quickly, I pull out of her and watch as her bottom lip pokes out in a pout. Returning my hand to her waist, I hold onto her. Lifting her body up, I align her pussy with the head of my cock.
“Such a bad girl, should I allow you to have my cock?” I ask, knowing damn well she will have it, anytime she wants it.
She lifts her uninjured hand to my shoulder, her fingers gripping me before she pleads. “Please, Sergei.”
My fingers tighten around her waist before I slam her down in one quick tug. I hold her against my lap, filling her with my cock.
She lets out a moan, her lids dropping as she looks at me through her lashes. Standing, I move my hands down to grip her ass, walking over to the side of the building, I press her back up against the wall.
Pulling out of her, I grip her ass even harder before I drive back inside of her wet cunt. Her head falls back, hitting the wall with a thud. I fuck her, I slam into her, assuredly tearing up her back with each thrust of my hips. I dig my nails into her bright red ass, causing her eyes to widen as she sucks in her breath.
“Yes,” she breathes.
The only sound I can make aside from a grunt, is a growl. I have no words, feeling her body accept my own, watching as my cock slides in and out of her, wet from her pussy. She’s wearing my diamonds, my cock filling her, and her body red from my hand. It’s fucking breathtaking.
My back tingles and I feel my balls draw up. I’m close. Before I come, I want Raisa to come for me one more time. Slipping my hand between her thighs, I press my thumb against her clit and rub it hard, then pinch it before I rub it again.
She cries out, her thighs beginning to shake as her pussy clamps down around my cock. Only then do I allow myself to climax. Pounding into her body a few more times, I bury myself deep inside of her, then fill her with my release. Pressing my face against her neck, I breathe in her scent.
“Tell me what happened today,” she asks softly.
I grip her ass tightly again, digging my nails into her tender flesh before walking us over to the lounger. Unfortunately, along the way, my cock slips from her warm center.
Lying back on the chair, I pull her against my front until she’s lying against my chest. I can feel the diamonds of her necklace against my skin and I grunt, loving it. Loving the way it feels touching me, knowing they’re mine—knowing she’s mine.
“It’s nothing, krasotka. Just some troubles. I have it all figured out though, nothing for you to worry about,” I say, running my fingers through her hair in an attempt to soothe her.
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